Have you ever watched a larger animal rip the throat out of a smaller one?

We’re all still a food chain , in our primal instincts , whether we admit it or not.

In D/s there is

scening, boundaries, safe words, a coda

as to this instinct.

Offer your throat in submission, and you stand to go the way of the sparrow at the mouth of the terrier.

Each is following its primal nature.

And so, heart is essential. If we are to play at primal games, and open the door to depth psychologies, to face the beast that is the thing between the two..then trust becomes the blood that runs over the naked breasts and splashes down the palms.

When we allow the Dominant one an artery to our core, when we show this,

there must needs be a mutual blood bonding….

The blood will wash the two clean, and warm the skin of what has been created together . Blood, tears, sweat, semen, cum, breath. Primal offerings.

This requires courage on the part of the predator and the prey.

And honor for the dance. The throat is the part of the body that is collared and this is rife with symbolism. Perhaps whether a war cry or a in breath of grief, the throat, is to me , the place I meet my lover. The place where flesh meets metaphor meets heaven and hell.

What is it about humiliation play that is so compelling to some and so disturbing to others?

This is one arena of so called “play” that is so highly erotically charged and so individual.

Humiliation play has the power to tear apart an individual or a D/s relationship..or lift to an irony of ecstasy.

It is one arena that is surely learning by trial and error and requires so much in trust and in shared respect.

Certainly, the submissive must feel respected and often loved if such play is to be engaged in.

I hunger for it, and I am trying to see what it is about it that turns me on erotically, because outside of the erotic context, or the confines of a longterm D/s relationship where I feel secure and valued, it has no appeal.

The ways of humiliation are quantum.

Spanking can be humiliating, watersports can be humiliating, cuckolding can be humiliating, verbal cues..

We all have different tastes and limits in this kind of play. Some sadists love it as part of their arts, others shy away from the symbolic power.

It is the symbolic power that points to the erotic power..the art of being mastered by another, of being compelled against ones natural instincts to self..

This is why a strong sense of self is integral for the submissive partner in this sort of play, and a strong attunement for limits in the Master or sadist.

It is a mindfuk..and as such is not play for the weak of self.

To engage in the act of being broken of self, and yet resurrected whole.

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